He pushed his tongue against mine we dangled between each other, I couldn't stop feeling him up, every part of him was sturdy, I've never felt muscles like this.
His face was starting to prick with a beard, but it still wasn't visible, I would only feel it as I tried to match his intensity.
He didn't mean to stop, but I wasn't the type of person to do this type of thing half-assed.
I pushed my body against him, he loved it, I touched his arms in worship, and it made him ecstatic.
He couldn't stop, he was softly groaning and moaning in a deep treble.
I wasn't the type of person to go only halfway, I didn't feel shame for doing this with him, and he felt it too, I was confident in the way I kissed him, and touched his body, the friction between us was unstoppable.
He was so hot, every part of him, he kissed back gently but fiercely.
I pushed him against the back hard rock of the hot spring, pushing him down to sit.
Then I sat on top of him, on his waist - slowly wanting to push his hard rock inside me.
My crotch rubbed against his abs.
Suddenly he was embarrassed, but I only showed pleasure on my face.
It confused me.
"This is what the ritual entails, right?" I asked in between heavy breaths.
He nodded. But his face read like he couldn't believe I was so easy to get this.
It was all part of my plan anyway. In a sense I was using him, not the other way around.
"I want to go all the way," I said, pushing the tip in.
He moaned, he resembled a lion at this moment, waiting slowly for its prey. His hair had become messy from our fumble. It resembled a mane.
"Just relax," I said.
"Let me do all the work," he followed my orders, and spread out his arms across the rock, allowing me full control of the situation.
I didn't notice it, but I started to feel a wet liquid pour down into his dick. He didn't let me stop and used his hand to push against my leg.
"That's the lubrication little one," he said teasing me slowly with his lips. I went with it anyway.
"The springs are the culprit-" He moaned in pleasure, I pushed all of his essence at once inside me.
I whimpered softly.
Then started grinding his crotch, slowly up and down.
I grabbed onto his neck for balance, he opened his body once more.
He inside me felt so good, I caressed his face and kissed his lips as I pushed further and faster.
Holding onto him, embracing all of him.
He was controlling himself, he kissed me back and held me even tighter.
His hands against my back.
"Don't stop," he said closing me to his lips. My dick grinding against his abs, I hugged his neck.
He was using his hands to push my hips up and down.
His rock hard abs managed to create enough grind against my crotch, in a moment the ecstasy was enough.
I came, against his abs.
His face burrowed, against my neck, he hugged me even tighter.
He moaned so hard his face was bright red. It was deep and the exact tone of masculine.
Then I felt his essence flow into me.
"This is part -" he started between breaths. "Of the ritual -" he took another gasp of air. "My seed-" he started. "Needs to be in you," he finally finished.
I didn't care, I just flushed my face against his shoulder.
We slowly came to calm. And I pushed off, he was still rock hard, his sleuth pulsating up and down.
"That was amazing," as short-lived it was.
I situated myself next to him.
But we both had come almost at the same time, it seemed like something we both needed, something that was long overdue.
But finally, we had found each other, and our spirit's could clash like this once more.